I slip over the black in expert-tied boots chasing Daddy's red shirt into the darkness and see a whole new world.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Can I ask you a question?
To the guys I met at the gas station off 84 in NY at quater to 3 last friday night. Normally I am more talkative, I was just really tired. Lets get coffee or something.
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